Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.